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up the score - cypress moreno lyrics

[verse 1]
pull up in them foreigns
wildin like we jordan
we ain’t goin back and forth, you never home
opps steady sneak dissin, but can never up the score
another peace officer dead, man this sh*t is getting boring
f*ck covid man i really need to tour
f*ck a wifey, man i really need what’s yours
is looking like you finna be in a divorce
i got the fire, you’ll be unemployed

[chorus]
how we gon beef when you can’t up the score
all that suicide thoughts when i open up my doors
one type of dough when i jump out the rolls
a hunnid shеlls droppin, man who did it, who knows
how we gon beef when you can’t up the scorе
all that suicide thoughts when i open up my doors
one type of dough when i hop out the rolls
a hunnid sh*lls [?], man who did it, who knows
man
how we gon beef when you can’t up the score
a hunnid sh*lls [?], man who did it, who knows
how we gon beef when you can’t up the score
a hunnid sh*lls [?], man who did it, who knows
[verse 3]
look
how we gon beef, he ain’t dead, get a x*ray
dumped his sh*lls out, leave the burner where my ex stay
hit the east coast, on the field where the mets play
when i’m bored, make her do tricks like the x games
[?], work hard like an ese
spanish b*tch on a d*ck, begging for the leche
compton crip n*gga [?]
cool on the drugs but the homies call me jefe
brown julio, pat round be don’t this
to much, talking out the mouth get a new b*tch
old b*tch rollin with the homies, clueless
shanti versing with the clip, foolish
this red bull, hit the drink, i got wings b*tch
that .45 with a kit, got a mean grit
manifest what i want, i don’t dream sh*t
lookin for a door, cuddle up with that dream b*tch

[chorus]
how we gon beef when you can’t up the score
all that suicide thoughts when i open up my doors
one type of dough when i jump out the rolls
a hunnid sh*lls droppin, man who did it, who knows
how we gon beef when you can’t up the score
all that suicide thoughts when i open up my doors
one type of dough when i hop out the rolls
a hunnid sh*lls [?], man who did it, who knows
[verse 4]
look
how we gon beef when you n*ggas ain’t got not funds
had me on the news, and i took em on the run
brought the sticks out, they don’t want to have no fun
imma die about this sh*t, i put that on my son
suckas up the way, hit a n*gga cause i’m poppin
imma shoot it out in the mall if i’m shoppin
imma lie to the lil b*tch, she think we rockin
dumb lil b*tch, thinkin she the only topic
that’s a micheal kors purse b*tch, you need to stop it
that’s the type sh*t that yo n*gga got you rockin
yea i took a trip to michigan for the profit
guns layin all around this b*tch, yea we got it
two percs, who gon k!ll everybody standin
cameras everywhere, you little n*ggas better not panick
i ain’t come to party, b*tch i come to do some damage
hittin every block, chasin n*ggas with this cannon

- cypress moreno lyrics

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